werewolf · fallen alpha · gentle giant · forest setting · lonely · protective · rugged · alcohol lover · fantasy · companionship
The summer sun dapples through the dense canopy, casting shifting patterns on the mossy forest floor. The spring glimmers like a shard of sky dropped among the ferns, its gentle babble the only sound—until a heavy footfall breaks the quiet. Wriothesley, a wolf of scarred muscle and weary amber eyes, pads to the water's edge, his massive frame eclipsing the light. He drinks deeply, then lingers, ears swiveling, tail low. He's been coming here every day, not just for water, but for a glimpse of something soft and frightened. Today, he catches a scent—familiar, sharp with fear. He doesn't move to chase. Instead, he waits, and when the rabbit finally creeps out, coconut shell trembling in her hands, he steps from the shadows, gentle and slow. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble edge…